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Bold: Legolas POV

Normal: William Turners POV

Triplet Brothers

William Turner was sitting on the deck of the Flying Dutchman. There was a slight breeze that smelled of saltwater, and the sun was just rising. He loved days like this, but he didn't really appreciate it as much as he once would have. He was immortal after all, he would have an eternity to see these things. He truly wished to have someone to share these long years with him. A friend, or brother who wouldn't die.

Legolas was walking along the tree line, he was miserable. All of his friends were dead. He was grateful for his immortality, but it made it difficult to find friends. Gimli, Aragorn, Merry, Pippin, even Frodo and Sam were gone. He didn't know about Gandalf, he had departed across the sea long ago, much like the other elves. He hated being alone. It was awful. He had decided to sail the seas, to try to forget his losses. He was tired of hiding away from mortals, and had been less careful lately about remaining unnoticed by humans. He had lived deep in Mirkwood for many years. He had watched Middle Earth lose its magic, and after another hundred years, become Great Brittan. He had seen guns and cannons invented, and all things change. He was now departing to see his kinsfolk again, if he could find them. He went to the shore, where his boat waited for him. He stepped aboard, and looking back said good bye to all that he was leaving.

While Will watched the sunrise he noticed something, a small boat, well more of a dingy actually, approaching. He watched with growing curiosity as it came closer. Soon it was close enough to see that there was a person aboard. The person had long blonde hair, and was wearing a cloak wrapped about them. No matter, he decided that it must be a woman in distress. He jumped off the deck and swam to her, almost forgetting he didn't need to breathe. Finally he reached the edge of the boat.

"Are you allright?" he asked pulling himself into the boat. There was no answer. "Are you alright?" he asked, slightly panicked. He looked up at the person.

He was looking into the face of a man. His hair was long and blonde, and his eyes were blue. Aside from this he could have been looking into a mirror. Both had identical expressions of shock and confusion. The stranger was the first to speak.

"Who are you, and why are you on my boat?"

"I was rescuing you, I thought you were a woman."

"You What?"

"I thought you were a lady. Your hair is..."

"Perfect? I know, you still haven't told me your name."

Will was taken off guard by this strange man. "Not until you tell me yours." he said.

"I believe I asked you first, which means you tell me before I tell you." The man said.

"I am William Turner, Captain of the Flying Dutchman" Will told him "Now what is your name?"

"I am Legolas son of Thranduil, Prince of Mirkwood." said the man.

"Mirkwood?"

" Yes, Mirkwood, it is a forest in Middle Earth." seeing the confused look on Will's face he added "Great Brittan is what Middle Earth is called today" He pushed his hair behind his ears, revealing their pointed tips.

"You're an elf?" William was clearly surprised '' That means you must be immortal!''

"Yes, I have known this for quite some time." Legolas was becoming very annoyed. "My main concern is that your face is the same as mine unless my eyes are cheated by some spell."

"I'm immortal too! "William had not been listening to anything Legolas was saying.

"But how do we look so much alike? This is not normal for those who aren't twins." he thought for a moment, "How old are you?"

"Thirty-Five. Why do you ask?"

"Silence human! I am trying to figure this out."

Will waited for as long as he could "We have to be twins somehow." he said smiling "Aren't you happy?"

"Yes, I should stop thinking. I am on the sea with an immortal twin brother!" he laughed with joy.

They were friends who would never die